Chapter 56 Weakness of heart

Brielle POV
Just as I was about to go away, he dragged me towards the centre of the room.
"I don't want to." He whined, turning around to look for his companion.
"Oh, come on." I am beyond frustrated now.
"Not before you dance with me." Even though he was drunk, I could see the glint in his eyes.
"What the hell! I'm not dancing with you. Now please let me go, " I tried to yank my arm away, but he held me so tightly against him.
"Then I'm not letting you go." Now, where is that cute girl? " He searched around the room.
My foot, cute girl
I was beyond frustrated, not wanting to be near him even for a second anymore.
He smirked and pushed me closer to his body. I ended up crashing on his chest and scowling at him. He slipped his hands down to my waist and yanked me even further. I yelled and placed a hand on his chest to maintain at least some distance. My body froze when his hand lowered from the waist to the curve of my hips.
"Relax." He lowered his head to whisper in my ear, his voice sending fuzzy feelings inside my body.
"What... are... you... up to?"I managed to stutter and tried to push him away.
"Dancing." He smirked and pulled me closer.
He picked up the rhythm and slowly moved his body against mine. I was fully aware of how dangerously close we were. Subconsciously, I placed my hands on his broad shoulders. As weird as it sounds, I could feel the warmth of his body on my fingertips and also felt him stiffen.
Even on the light floor, I could feel his eyes bore into my face. I repeated the mistake that I committed on the first day by looking at his eyes again. The amount of desire in his eyes overwhelmed me. He slowly inched his face closer to mine and my heart went into hyperventilating mode.
Not breaking eye contact, he held my neck in one of his hands and inched me closer, so we were just a few centimetres away from each other. As his warm breath fanning my face, I tightened my grip on his shoulder and fought the urge to flutter my eyes shut.
Just when he was about to close the remaining distance, I tried to remain calm with him, but before I could understand more, I was suddenly pushed down into the air.
I felt my neck muscles straining as my head arched back in the path of a downward parabola.
My eyes were now open, like someone was prying my eyelids apart. I attempted to contort my body into a position where I could turn my head to see what was beneath me—or if there was anything beneath me. I could now suddenly see my legs. They were rising, his two feet, like two kites on his thin, wiry legs, slowly rising out in front of him and above my head.
There was my abdomen, splayed out ahead of me. I was unable to make out the edges of my waist because of the fluttering of my t-shirt in the wind as I fell. The realisation had dawned. I could feel nothing under me. Even the air was nowhere. My hands were flapping by my side—two noodles I had no control of.
My chest tightened, my breath speeding up. I managed to force my eyes shut, bracing for impact. I was powerless versus gravity; I was falling.
I felt being embraced by the water around me. I tried to wiggle but failed.
I felt like a force was pushing me upwards.
I quickly rose from the water level.
I swallowed as the water went down my nostrils, making me gulp down.
When my eyes got clear, I looked around and found everyone was laughing, whispering, and looking at me.
But, my heart sank more when I found Zuriel.
He's the one who threw me in this swimming pool.
He was smirking, looking at me smugly.
I shook my head. This time I couldn't stop my tears from falling.
Suddenly, his smile fell, looking at my condition. I could see guilt in his eyes for me.
He quickly jumped into the pool and was about to grab my arm, but I pushed him away with as much force as I could.
"I hate you, Zuriel." I thought you were different, but you know what, I was wrong, and so is everyone else, you're nothing but the same selfish as the rest of them, "I pointed at the crowd.
"Oh, come on, it's not our mistake that you're so dumb and naive," a tattooed guy said from the crowd, making everyone erupt in laughter.
Then he shouted at them, "Enough, no one will dare to laugh at her, don't you dare to make fun of her, the party is over, get out everyone," he shouted at them, and everyone started leaving.
He helped me get out of the pool. I was also about to follow the crowd to exit from here, but he grabbed my hand and stopped me.
"Listen,..." before I could complete but I cut me off.
"I know what I did was very terrible. Please, I promise." I extended my hand to him, preventing him from saying anything else.
"Please,..." I fall on my knees and more tears come out of my eyes, making my chest heavy.
"I know you're hurt," he says, his voice tinged with pity for me.
"I want to go to my grandpa's home," I whispered, and he looked at me.
I looked into his eyes. He was begging me to listen to him once through his eyes, but I know very well, I'm not ready. Not ready to talk about this now, not ready to face anything now.
His behavior, he was making out with that girl in front of me, hurting me more. How can he expect me to listen to him as if nothing happened?
I know he's been through a lot, but that doesn't mean that he will pull that anger on me.
I'm not and I will not be his punching bag. I will not bear this
When he handed me a glass of warm water, I said,
He looked down at the floor and nodded.
"But, please at least let me drop you off to your grandfather's home," he said and looked in his eyes. He was practically begging me. I could tell him, no matter what he would do with me, but I always become so weak in front of my heart.
And my heart becomes weak in front of him.